Page 18 of Psycho Killers

"We could ask you the same question," Dominic mumbles, his gaze fixed on the crimson stain spreading across my shirt.

"Oh, this?" I wave it off nonchalantly, heading to the kitchen for a beer, desperately searching for an excuse. But as the cold liquid quenches my thirst, a realization dawns on me: I don't give a damn what they think.

Our relationship wasn't what it once was, and after everything, it never would be again. Yet, I loved them. I trusted them. Lingering resentment still surfaced occasionally, a ghost of grudges I thought I'd buried. But mostly, I'm content. My overwhelming fear, however, is the potential loss of Ash—a loss that could shatter our fragile bond irrevocably.

Returning to the couch, I almost drain my beer in a single gulp, their eyes following my every move, lingering on the blood splatters across my clothes and the smears across my chest and cheeks. I look fucking terrifying, and yet, exhilaratingly so.

"Relax. I haven't killed anyone... yet," I say, settling onto the armrest beside Dominic.

"Yet?" Dominic echoes, his fingers tightening around a loaded needle.

"It's Gunnar's fucking blood. He's chained up a few blocks away. Just had a little fun, not a big fucking deal," I snap, as if it's the most ordinary thing in the world. Which, in a way, it is.

"When did you get your hands on him?" Killian growls, his jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with anger.

"Tonight. Picked him up outside the bar. Easy as fuck to drag his drunk ass to the warehouse," I shrug, emptying my nightly medication into my palm and washing it down with the rest of my beer, my gaze sweeping across their faces.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Dominic snaps, mirroring Killian's fury.

"And why didn't you tell me about your little extracurricular activities last night?" I smirk, already privy to the events of a few hours prior.

Their shock is palpable, their minds racing to understand how I know. They should know—I always fucking know everything.

"What are you talking about?" Dominic stammers, defeat coloring his eyes dark.

"Your little encounter with the congressman. I know, Dom. I know everything." I wink, lighting a cigarette, mirroring Five's action.

"Wait, what the hell did I miss?" Five asks, his confusion plain and utterly captivating in its vulnerability. He looks... incredibly hot.

"Dom and Kill took out one of their father's friends," I explain, addressing Five while maintaining eye contact with Dominic for dramatic effect.

The secrecy and nervousness are almost endearing. Cute, even. A slow smile finally spreads across Dominic's face, a mixture of relief and something akin to… admiration?

He leans in, his voice low, conspiratorial. "You know, for a moment there, I thought you were going to flip your lid."

Killian, simply nods, the tension visibly easing from his shoulders. He picks up a discarded bottle, examining it with a detached curiosity. The anger hasn't completely vanished, but it's simmering now—a controlled burn rather than a fucking raging inferno. Five, however, remains bewildered, his gaze flitting between us, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"So... you knew about... the congressman?" He asks, looking at me as if trying to decipher a hidden message in my eyes.

I take a long drag from my cigarette, the smoke curling around my face like a halo. "Let's just say I have my… sources. And my methods." I pause, letting the implication hang heavy in the air. "Besides," I add with a wink, "where's the fun in being surprised?"

The silence that follows is comfortable, a shared understanding woven from years of unspoken loyalty and chaotic camaraderie. It's the silence of complicity, of shared secrets and dangerous games. The blood on my clothes, the haze of smoke, the scattered paraphernalia—it's all part of the landscape of our lives, a familiar picture to our twisted, beautiful mess.

"So," I say, breaking the comfortable silence, "let's celebrate our… successful evening." I gesture towards the depleted bottles, a smirk playing on my lips. "Though I think we need to restock. And maybe get some stronger stuff. This cheap shit is hardly worthy of our accomplishments."

Dominic laughs, a genuine, hearty sound that echoes through the apartment. Killian cracks a rare smile, a flicker of amusement in his usually serious eyes. Even Five, still slightly dazed, manages a weak grin. The tension is gone, replaced by a familiar sense of friendship and love, a shared understanding that binds us together, despite—or perhaps because of—the darkness that surrounds us.

The night is far from over, and the potential for more chaos looms large, but for now, we're content, united in the madness. The blood, the secrets, the looming threats—they're all just part of the story, another chapter in our ongoing saga. And as long as we have each other, we have no problem facing whatever comes next.

Twenty minutes later,Dom returns with a few more bottles from the neighborhood's only open liquor store. We move theparty to the balcony, continuing to drink heavily while injesting poisonous drugs into our bodies, becoming completely obliterated.

Nestled on Killian's lap, my feet resting on Five's and my head on Dom's, I gaze at the stars—the same stars Ash had looked at the night he overdosed. A sharp pang of grief pierces my heart, and tears well in my eyes.

Dominic notices, gently massaging my scalp, his touch soothing my frayed nerves. Warm fingers trace up my legs, a light pressure stirring my senses. Looking down, I see Five's mischievous grin as he slowly moves his hand higher. Killian, understanding what's happening, subtly slips his hand beneath my shirt, his warm skin against mine. This is exactly what I want, what I fucking need. I need all of them, and tonight, I plan to get exactly what I want.

Dominic leans down, his mouth meeting mine, and he kisses me with Killian's hand cupping my breast, his thumb flicking my pierced nipple. I moan into Dom's mouth as Five's fingers dip beneath the band of the underwear I put on after a quick shower to get rid of the blood covering me, teasingly gliding up and down my pussy, soaking his fingers in my wetness.

The tepid breeze helps to cool off my burning body, but each thrust, flick, and pinch from the three of them continues to engulf me, making it so the air has no effect on me anymore. Dom's hand wraps around my throat like usual—his favorite place on my body, it seems. He continues to kiss me as I fight to keep up with the chaos his tongue creates in my mouth. I shake, moaning as Five's fingers slide inside me, slowly and teasingly thrusting in and out, making me cry out for more.

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